Just sent this to my daughter Claire, age 30. I found the poem in her baby book.
Valentine Poem for Claire, age 7
When I think of you, Claire,
my heart fills with pride.
I feel warm, happy
and loving inside.
So, I bug you with kisses
on top of your head.
And kiss you again
when asleep in your bed.
Claire's reply, age 29:
Oh Mom, this is so sweet, made me tear up! Love you.
Photos:
Claire got to choose her birthday cake each year. For her seventh birthday, she wanted a Dalmatian dog cake. I like a challenge.
Using an Easter bunny cake mold, I baked a chocolate cake at Claire's request. With a bread knife, I carved dog ears and a tail from French bread, attaching them with toothpicks.
Claire is wearing a soft cotton knit shirt I made with a hair scrunchy that matches her pants. I made her clothes a little big for room to grow.
My little furnace. Since Claire is always hot, I made her clothes from breathable cotton with deep pockets for rocks and other treasures.
Our Children... maybe the only form of Reincarnation that makes sense or I understand. Our Most Beloved Pieces of Our Heart.